i remember it well. when i was 15, i would have given my life to see rage against the machine live. two days before the concert i almost broke my leg... not that it has been the same now; age is striking, also with me. but in a way, i guess, it is...

i love him, and a lot of people reading these lines know it. i have spreaded my appreciation for the talent of damien rice quite joyfully over the last years; just out of the reason, that i estimate his music as one of the most precious gifts in my life. i don't know how many profund moments i experienced accompanied by his songs. a lot for sure, and all beautiful in their certain ways. yesterday evening i had the privilege of watching him playing live in hamburg, supported by the incredible magic numbers. i am not going to lose words about the concert nor about an undescribeable feeling of intimacy, standing in between 1500 spectators. therefore.